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“Because you’re not-so-secretly cuddly and fuzzy.”
I shake my head. “I don’t cuddle.”
“Bet Katie would say otherwise.”
“Katie gets what she wants. If it’s a cuddle, then I cuddle. But that rule only applies to her.”
Maren’s eyes dance with laughter. “See? You’re sweet.”
“I’m a pleaser. There’s a difference.”
Nowhereyes are onmymouth. Shit.
Does she wanna kiss me as bad as I wanna kiss her? That mouth of hers is juicy as a fucking peach.
But I can’t, which makes this wonderful, wild exchange suddenly feel like torture. It isn’t going to end with a hookup.Hell, I doubt I could even handle a handshake at this point. I’m keyed up, ready to pounce, and one touch could send me over the edge.
Back away slowly.
Gritting my teeth, I run a hand across my nape and use the other to pick up my mug. “Five minutes is up.”
“That went quickly.” Maren frowns. “Thanks for the impromptu therapy session. And the coffee.”
Do I give her a high-five? A smile?
An orgasm? Bet that would clear her head.
Stop.
“Don’t stay up too late,” I reply gruffly. “And thanks for listening. I don’t usually...”
She smiles. “Speak in sentences that contain multiple words?”
I’m laughing again.
Goddamnit, I need to pump the brakes here. Instead, it feels like we’re on a runaway train that I can’t stop.
I do not like being out of control. That’s how tragedies happen.
“I don’t spill my guts to strangers,” I manage.
Maren is still smiling. My heart is still thundering. “I’m not a stranger.” Before I know what she’s doing, she goes up on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a hug. “You’re doing great, Tuck.”
I reach for words—any words, polite, rude, nonsensical—but find only roaring need. Despite our difference in size, her body somehow fits perfectly into mine. Her curves meeting my muscle like puzzle pieces.
She smells so fucking good.
The pressure between my legs skyrockets. The desire to step into her embrace, to wrap my arms around her and pull her against me, obliterates every other thought inside my head.
But I can’t.
I can’t.
By the grace of God, I only slip an arm loosely around her waist. “I appreciate that.”
She leans back at the same moment I do. Still in the circle of my arm, she looks up at me and our eyes meet. Hers move to my mouth. Back up again.
He lips are inches from mine. All it’d take is me cupping her face. Leaning down. How soft would those lips feel? How hot?
